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Aunt Lola traveled through the desert to Libya.  (Continued from the previous part) One Monday morning, when Aunt Lola was preparing to go out to sell, she took Kim along and both of them had to jump on a moving bus to their destination. At their destination, Kim was given a bowl filled with chilled satchel water to sell. Her aunt carried another bowl filled with bottle soft drinks. “Follow me” her aunt said as they walked into the middle of the congested road, vehicles moving on either side of them. Kim’s heart was beating madly for fear of being crushed the reckless Lagos drivers. “Buy mineral, buy coke!” her aunt hollered, shoving the drinks through the half opened windows as some drivers and pedestrians bought her wares. “Rose, don’t just stand there like a statue, move and sell those things or do you want to drink everything by yourself?” her aunt shouted at her and Rose began moving, dodging the reckless cars and barely selling anything in the process because she r

(continued from the previous part) Kim was learning how to cook. Few weeks after the funeral, Rose and john were finally persuaded to return to school, leaving only the four of them at home. Before she left however, Rose called Angela and Kim aside and frankly told them to take care of their parents, especially their mother. “She will never get over this grief.   She is a mother and to a mother, whatever evil that wants to befall her children should befall her.   But what she needs now is not grief but happiness, she needs to learn how to laugh again and only the two of you can do that. If you both are always happy in her presence, she too would be happy eventually. Do you both understand?” “Yes” they both chorused and she hugged them in turns. “I la you both” she said, faking American accent and this brought rusty smiles to their faces after weeks of grief. “Now, you both look prettier with the smiles” After she’d gone, both Kim and Angela began working on their assignme

Kim grieves after Maxwell's death. “ Chinwe, Chinwe, Chinwe !” “So you cannot even draw those simple shapes, yet you were there at the back, talking?!” Mrs. Grace asked angrily. “I’ll teach you a lesson. Your turn, Kim, draw those shapes” Kim collected the chalk and drew the shapes with flourish. After that day, Kim and Chinwe became close friends. Kim learnt over time that Chinwe had come from a broken home with five children, all of whom were dropouts. Chinwe and her siblings were being raised by her mother alone who hardly had time to devote to her children. “Don’t worry, I will help you as much as I can” Kim said after listening to Chinwe’s story. During break periods, Kim devoted her time to teaching Chinwe what they had been taught earlier in the class. Although it was harder than Kim had anticipated, Chinwe knew nothing, yet Kim was patient in teaching her and she was gradually picking up. The duo studied at every available opportunity, this closeness was

The faithful servant. Happy Sunday from this part of the world! Today, I'll tell you a story, please read and share with your friends and families. In the village of Surgera,  there lived a man, his name is Olawale. Olawale is a successful farmer and business man. He sold his good the neighbouring villages and inside his village. He is well known and loved by everybody because of his generosity and the way he cared forall.  He is a popular philanthropist and a man full of respect. He has many servants, and treated them like his own children. Few weeks later, Olawale got a new servant, he is Makanjuola by name. Makanjuola is a person of integrity, he is loyal to his master. Since he steppstepped into his master's house, everything has changed to good. Olawale loved Makanjuola than the other servants because he is hardworking. One day, Olawale decided to test him inorder to know maybe he is not greedy like the other servants. So he decided to pu

(Continued from the previous part) Kim lived happily with the Smiths. Mr. Smith told them the story and by the time he finished, the Isholas were almost moved to compassion for the ‘poor little thing’ as Mrs. Ishola put it. “Smith, you have done the right thing. Honestly. But, I think you have involved yourself too much. Instead of taking her into your house just like that, you should have taken her to the police; they will know how to find her family and you will be free!” “That’s true” Mrs. Ishola conceded. “Besides, her medical condition makes things worse. There is no school that will accept her with those noises she makes at ten seconds intervals” “I did take her to a police station after her mother’s burial and wrote a report of how she came into my possession for security reasons. After my report, I told the policemen on duty that I would leave her with them but they refused. They all said that I should go with her and fix her up till they conduct their investigati